Chapter 86: As If I Would Ever Beg Him

"Oh, Mackenzie," he says in the drool-worthy way that spikes my anticipation and makes me excited for what he'll say next.

"Yes?"

"Our plane in DC is a charter too. I hate walking through airports."

I grip the armrest hard, thinking of all the mean things I want to say. Call him an arrogant asshole, stomp my foot, but I've tried those reactions before and they never worked on Vincent. It's time to try a new tactic.

"Think of your carbon footprint." Him jetting around the country the way he does in one chartered flight to the next. His CO2 output must be astronomical.

He chuckles, only to himself. "If you ask nicely, I'll tell."

Now this is going too far. "No."

I won't ask again on principle alone. It doesn't matter where we were going because I have enough clothes for every situation. Weeks could pass before I need to even visit a laundromat. He can take his destination and shove it. No way will I beg.

I may be curious, but I refuse to let it weaken me in this tug-of-wa